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The frolic hare peeps out,

Out from his leafy covert, and looks round;

The wild birds flit about,

And fill the clear soft air with gentlest sound.

Come, love! of softest blue,

Beneath the bordering trees, the stream flows on;

The night-hawk thou may'st view,

Sitting in stirless silence on his stone.

The lark soars up, soars up,

With twinkling pinions, to salute the morn;

Over its foxglove cup

The wild bee hangs, winding its tiny horn.

Bright flowers of every dye,

Blossoms of odours sweet are breathing round;

The west wind wanders by,

And, kissing, bends their lithe stalks to the ground.

All things of bliss, and love,

And gentleness, and harmony proclaim ;

Echo, from out the grove,

Murmurs, as I repeat thy dear-loved name.

Haste, then, beloved, haste;

Come to these cooling shades, and wander free: My spirit will not taste

Earth's cup of joy till first 'tis kiss'd by thee!

STANZAS.

ON THIS GREEN BANK, &c.

On this green bank I saw thee lie,
Upon a lovely afternoon,
When not a cloud was in the sky,
And birds were singing piously
Their hymns to leafy June.

Too fair for daughter of mankind, What marvel, if thou didst appear,

Beloved! to a poet's mind,

Some houri come from realms of wind,

To grace our lower sphere.

The rose-tree form'd a pleasant shade,
To shield thee from the burning sun;

And, ever as the zephyrs play'd,

They caught new fragrance, and convey'd
Its sweets to thee alone.

Years have elapsed; but yet, methinks,
Thy loveliness is present still,

Bright as the flowers on river brinks,
Pure as the lily, when it drinks
The freshness of the rill.

The lake is calm, the sky is clear,

The woods array'd in living green;

The roses still are blooming near,
And only thou dost not appear,
Fair Naiad of the scene!

Thus, when the shadowy tempests lour,

With ruthless speed, the lightning blind

Flies arrowy downward, to devour

The landscape's solitary flower,

And leaves the weeds behind.

For deserts would be lovely, where

Appear'd thy sweet, seraphic face ;

Scenes beautiful-however fair,

Even Eden, if thou wert not there,

Would be a lonely place!

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